AWAY TO EGYPT <br /> <br />Enough, enough! This winter is too rude, <br />Too dark of countenance, of tooth too keen. <br />Nature finds rebels now in flesh and blood, <br />And hearts grow sick for change and eyes for green. <br />Let us away! What profits it that men <br />Are wise as gods, if winter holds its sway, <br />If blood be chilled, and numbness clasp the brain? <br />Frost is too stubborn. Let us then away! <br /> <br />Away to Egypt! There we may forget <br />All but the presence of the blessed sun. <br />There in our tents well--housed, sublimely set <br />Under a pyramid, with horse and gun, <br />We may make terms with Nature and, awhile, <br />Put as it were our souls to grass, and run <br />Barefooted and barehearted in the smile <br />Of that long summer which still girds the Nile.<br /><br />Wilfrid Scawen Blunt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-idler-s-calendar-twelve-sonnets-for-the-months-december/
